But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWeakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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True life is elsewhere.
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I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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